Her face was ablazed with light, which came from the only source in the small sombre room.
I was standing right in front of her, she looked frightened, but still there was a sort of calm,
in her dark shiny eyes. I stepped down a bit, but I could still feel her warm breath, close to my neck. Slowly I lifted my right arm, to run my hand through my hair.
I could see, without looking straight at her, that her eyes noticed every move I made.
She walked over to the window, her legs were shaking. Slowly she drew the curtains, as if nobody, were supposed to notice what we were doing.
I did not even know myself, yet.
A short story I've been working on for quiet a while now,
This is only a very small part though.
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